'red'
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His hair was the color of
flames
His shoulders were ruddy from all the burdens he's carried
Even his old truck was red
But his eyes were a bright
blue
red, horribly so
as the blood spills so do secrets untold
and the tales once told by jolly men
now tick at the back of your head as lies descent
upon you, like a flood of rain
